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Mondays Haiku drifts Finding form in the doing And sense in the flow. Rowan berries ripe Gentle raindrops dampen air Whilst chookiewooks stroll. Bethel feels at peace Elsewhere the culture war rages Oppositions swell. Us and them prevail Polarity gains vigour Hatred causes fear. Failingly we heed The voices of the loudest Silence is unheard.…

Bound in a togetherness forever seems quite likely as we share each day in passing and rekindle passions often. Trusting in each others love which seems to flow quite freely we become an everlonger pair of sharers of the path. We smile and laugh and touch each others whole our souls connected in a deepened…

A harmony disrupted led to dissonance and pain Dysregulated emanations ; snow instead of rain. Immediate delirium with no-one else to blame ; An ancient equilibrium, a guilty sense of shame. An out of kilter pendulum  with a pointless sense of aim. Balance will not find itself until distortions ease Dominion must dissipate as we…

Our Roses go unvisited the Buddleia unmet the Ox-Eyes unmolested is the undergrowth too wet? The nascence of our nearabouts in pending mode awaits the drones of apicullture & the lepidopterists mates.

Bearing down on sound I sense the loss of whirring crowds Of local critters and this leaves me feeling sad & much concerned. My buddleia is ripe and yet the visitors of star and stripe Are noticed in their absence and are silent As we speak. St Swithins Day upon us and the pollen uncollected…

Does tomorrow truly know whichever way the wind will blow Or will it wait accepting fate and in accord with as is must. What kind of trust can sit upon the facts of lacking certitude & the mood of times own attitude manoeuvring at will. As we learn and as we grow we find the…

Thursday Morning, cold wind on sodden Cymru ground. In summary – unsummery… Maybe the frozen hearts and furious minds of Zion have  affected the geo-thermal layers of global reasoning / resulting in an upside down response to the recent solar sky magnificence. Or maybe the tears of Gaza have collected in passing clouds of grey…

‘Thems the breaks’  the Duke of Boris told us as the shame became too much and then Come-uppance landing for the Duke who told us all to stay at home Behind the scenes the callous reasonings of cummings who was pulling strings at ten puppet master in a parody of farce outside Big Ben. He/him/they…

In the beginning was the word and the word was ambiguous… Nobody knew what ambiguous meant and so it didn’t really matter. Matter hadn’t been created yet and so man was all alone and it was lonely ‘I need a best friend’ thought the man and bcos he was dyslexic he created a dog. This…